I choked back a dry sob but pulled myself together and tugged on Beck’s ridiculous tie. “Is this for show, or are you planning to tie me up with it later?”
“You’ll have to wait and find out.” God, his smirk set me on fire in a blink of an eye. I parted my legs to accommodate my growing erection.
“Let’s go somewhere we can ditch our clothes without scandalizing half of Chicago.”
The rich sound of Beck’s laughter filled my chest with so much warmth I was afraid I’d cry this time for real.
Chapter Nineteen
Beck
By the time we got to my condo, we were both breathless.
After the quick L ride, Cay had decided to bolt, and I couldn’t help but chase him. Between that and several make-out sessions against the nearest walls we could find, the air buzzed between us. I fumbled with my keys, needing to get inside—both the house and him.
Never in a million years would I have believed the gamble would’ve paid off like that. I’d expected everything to fall apart after taking the leap, but instead, together we flew.
His eyes sparked with the thrill of everything we’d just shared, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Shit, you’re so fucking cute,” Cay said, running his hand down my chest.
My heart thundered at the casual affection, how genuine this man was. He made me feel like I was worthwhile just by existing, and there was no way I was ever letting him go.
“Look who’s talking,” I said, cupping his cheek. I pushed my thumb between those plush, reddened lips, rewarded by suction and heat all at once. My eyes rolled back at the feel. I was all too aware of how well he did the same to my cock. I already had a semi that was fast stiffening due to the contact. “I need to get you on my bed now.”
“Mmm, I love when you’re all bossy,” Cay said, giving my thumb one last lick. There was a dreaminess to his expression that was purely him, just a sweetness I’d do anything to protect… yet wanted to wreck in the best way possible.
“Good, because it’s my factory setting,” I responded, reaching down to grab his hand. I tugged him in the direction of my bedroom, my heart thumping so loud I swore I could hear it echo. After everything we’d shared, the urge to bury myself inside him roared through me in a big way. I couldn’t seem to stop touching him, but nothing was close enough.
When we slipped into my room, I flicked the lights on, grateful I’d changed my sheets last night.
“On the bed,” I said as I headed for the top drawer of my dresser. I’d stuffed something there that had come in the other week on the off chance I’d get to use them with Cay. The feel of the supple leather had my pulse racing, and the cuffs jangled as I lifted them out. When I turned around, Cay was already lying on the bed in his boxers, his shirt and pants flung on the floor.
His dark strands splayed across his forehead, and his chocolate eyes were scorching with lust as he scanned me over. That angular jaw, his easy grin, and the chiseled muscles I wanted to sink my teeth into were such a tempting sight, but honestly, what drew me to him over and over again was his innate sweetness.
From the moment I’d met him when he’d welcomed a stranger at a Comic-Con, Cay had been kind. He gave without hesitation, and hearing how often he got taken advantage of made me want to protect him and make sure no one ever pulled that with him again.
“What are those?” Cay asked, tilting his head.
I couldn’t help but grin. “Figured we could use something better than a tie.”
His mouth opened slightly, and his pupils blew from sheer lust. I’d never played around with restraints all that much, but I found that not only did I love to watch Cay’s response but the sight of him pinned down turned me on more than anything. Guess my bisexuality wasn’t the only thing I was discovering late in the game.
“I picked these up and hoped we could give them a try,” I said, approaching the bed. “Boxers off, baby.”
Cay broke into a gorgeous smile. “Are we doing pet names?”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, now I’m not.”
“No,” he said, his eyes dancing. “I love it. I want all the pet names.”
My lord, this man. I closed the distance between us and dropped the restraints on the bed with a jangle before reaching for his waistband. With a yank, I brought them down as he wriggled to help. His cock sprang free, fully erect and looking delicious. I leaned down and licked at the tip, rewarded by a whimper from him. When I pulled back, he scanned me up and down with hungry eyes.
“You going to fuck me like that?” Cay asked, reaching over to give my tie a light pull. It was hanging loose around my neck at this point. “Because I’m starting to get a suit kink from all the fancy clothes you wear.”
“Another time,” I promised, squeezing his thigh before I slipped off the bed. As quickly as I could, I stripped out of my clothes, loving the way Cay’s eyes remained on me the entire time. Right now, I wanted skin on skin. I wanted to sink into his body and lose myself in our connection, more powerful than anything I believed possible. I folded up my clothes and placed them in a neat pile on the floor beside my bed before turning to face my boyfriend.
Fuck. The thought alone had me fighting a giddy grin.
